This Love of Mine (Raine Series #1) (14 page)

His lips
left hot, wet trails everywhere they touched my bare skin. Our lips had yet to
break contact, and I deepened them as much as our bodies would allow. I needed
to be closer to him. I needed skin on skin contact, and I needed it now. His
lips moved down my neck and across my collarbone, making me throw my head back
in pure ecstasy.

My deft
fingers found their way to the buttons on his shirt, and I didn't spare a
second undoing every last one of them. When I got to the last button, I pushed
his shirt down past his shoulders, catching his emerald eyes in my line of
sight. Without a word, I nodded my head yes, to let him know this was what I
really wanted. There was no doubt about it. Madison Raine was who I wanted on
my skin, in my mind and inside of me.

He
slowly lowered me to my feet, and took a step back. His glare left heated
trails down every inch of my exposed skin. I watched him intently as he reached
forward for the hem of my dress. His fingers slid back and forth a few times,
before finally pulling it up and over my head in one fluid motion.

I looked
abashed as he stood back admiring every inch and crevasse of my long, thin
figure. I kept my hands at my sides, not wanting him to see the blush that was
quickly making its presence known. When his eyes returned to my face, I felt my
cheeks blaze. He inched closer to me and reached for my hands. He tucked them
tightly into his, pulling them to his mouth placing a kiss upon each one. My
eyes fluttered shut and when they opened, his were mere inches from mine. I
could feel his warm minty breath against my skin, and I broke out in goose
bumps. I could feel my excitement pooling in my panties, and I couldn't wait
any longer. I reached for his undershirt and quickly discarded it onto the
ground below us.

Now it
was my turn to stare. I took a step back, admiring every last inch of his toned
and muscular frame. His shoulders were so broad and capable. The colors in his
tattoos seemed to intensify under the moonlight and without thought, I licked
my bottom lip. I wanted to taste him, to feel him, to own him. His chest and
abs were well defined and formed a perfect v that disappeared past his waistband.
Goddamn this guy was hot. When my eyes eventually made their way back up to his
face, he wore a wicked little grin. I knew exactly what he was thinkin', and
yes, I did like what I was seeing, but I needed more.

I
reached out for the waist of his pants, but he pushed my hand away and took a
step back. My hands instinctively tried to cover every exposed part of my body.
I half expected him to toss my clothes back at me, but he just smiled and let
out a small laugh.

"Don't
cover up, darlin'. I want to see all of you."

I shook
my head in disbelief. He was saying one thing, but his body language and
posture were sayin' something completely different. I shook my head, letting my
hands fall away from my exposed skin. He smiled a wry smile and reached down
for his shirts. I was about to get worried as to what he was doing, but then my
heart practically melted when I realized that he was making a makeshift blanket
for us.

I looked
down at him and smiled a wide toothy smile. Could he get any god damn better?

The
answer was yes.

He sat
back on his knees reaching out for my hand. I took it willingly, letting him
guide me to the ground and onto my back. Seconds later, he was hovering over me
staring directly into my hooded blue eyes. His elbows were placed on either
side of my head and his fingertips slowly pushed back strands of loose hair, all
the while never breaking any physical contact.

Just
when I thought I would spontaneously combust, his lips touched mine and the
ease of it all, floated through my body. Our kisses started out slow but quickly
grew to a more aggressive pace. I trailed my fingers down his bare, sun-kissed
skin on his exposed back. Every taut muscle beneath my fingers made me weak in
the knees, and I was suddenly very grateful to be on my back.

His
feather like kisses touched every inch of skin, as he worked his way down my
body. His long fingers slipped beneath my back, unhinging my bra and then his hands
wrapped around the thin fabric, pulling it away from my skin. I heard him suck
in a tightly strained breath.

My
fingers dipped below his waistband in the back, slowly making their way around
the front. Before I went for the buttons, I slipped my hand down over the tight
denim and felt just exactly how much I affected him. I let out a small moan at the
size and length of what I was secretly hoping would be inside of me shortly.
Madison's chest was close enough to my ear now, that I could hear the stifled
moan he let out as my hand made contact with him through the thick fabric. I
smiled, knowing that it was all me that had made him this way.

My hand
slid across the fabric as it made its way to the buttons, holding him captive.
I was eager to free him and to feel his freedom. I needed this. He was making
me feel wanted and loved and it was a feeling so foreign to me that I almost
cried. His hands skimmed every inch of my skin, coming to rest on the thin lace
panties I was wearing. His eyes shot open as a small smile stretched from
corner to corner. His fingers slightly grazed the outside of the fabric and I
knew he could feel my excitement growing.

My eyes
drifted shut as his fingers dipped between my skin and the fabric. He pulled
them down achingly slow. I wasn't used to the tenderness that he was offering.
I was used to rough, uninhibited primal movements. Wren had never been gentle
with me, not even the first time. Momma always told me when I was younger, to
not let just anyone have my gift, as she called it. She told me to be wise and
think long and hard about who would be sharing that moment with me. If she only
knew that I was all but forced my first time, although right now, I don't think
she would care.

I was
now as naked as the day I was born, and for once I didn't feel ashamed or
embarrassed. I felt wanted, adored and special. The look in his eyes let me
know that this meant just as much to him as it was going to mean to me. I'm sure
Madison had his fair share of women, but in this moment everything else ceased
to exist. Every fear, worry, insecurity seemed to just melted away. I was ready
to give myself, all of myself to Madison in this moment, everything else be
damned.

I heard
his jeans falling to the ground as he stood in front of me. I cracked open an
eyelid to catch a glimpse of this amazingly, gorgeous man in front of me when
he caught me staring. Heat blazed through my cheeks as his eyes caught mine. He
was standing in front of me, exposed for all the world to see and my eyes
gobbled up every last inch of his gloriously built body.

He was
perfection, in every sense of the word. Just as I was getting my fill, he knelt
down between my legs and kissed the tops of my knees. Without hesitation, I sat
up and gripped the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. I needed to
feel closer to him and at this point in time, he was too far away. I needed to
feel the heat of his body radiating through mine.

His arms
clasped together around my back, as he lowered us both down to the ground
again. Every touch was calculated and gentle, and had me yearning for more.
Just when I thought my high of feeling his bare skin against mine couldn't get
any better, and then I felt him slowly pushing into me. I gasped at the contact
and found myself staring directly into a sea of green. His eyes were clouded
with lust and desire and I smiled knowing it was all for me. My heart rate
picked up as he pushed completely into me, in one swift but loving motion. I wrapped
my arms tightly around his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

Our
breathing grew ragged and fast with every movement and I could feel myself
reaching my release. I let my head fall back as I relished in the feel of
having him so close to me, so bare and vulnerable to his every touch. His lips
found my ear and he whispered the one thing that could become my undoing.

"I
need you, Kayla."

I let
out an audible sigh as I let his words sink into every ounce of me. I found
myself speechless. I honestly had never needed or wanted to need anybody. But I
wanted to need Madison.

"I
need you too, Madison."

We found
our release together a short while later, and I couldn't have been happier with
the decision that we had made. I would never regret this night, even if we
never saw each other again.

It had
turned into the perfect date, even with all of the drama that was sure to ensue
when I returned to my grandparent's house. Madison moved to my side, but never
broke contact. Some part of him was always touching me. His fingers traced
small circles across my belly, and I knew that even though this moment was
going to end shortly, he was mine. I had touched this man in a way that no
other girl, could or had. I felt it in his touch, in his words, and in the way
he moved when he was around me.

I had become
a part of this man, just as he had became a part of me. Wherever we ended up in
this life, Madison Raine would always have a part of me that no other man could
ever have. He was my future, whether it be now or later, he was my whole world.
And, I would stop at nothing to make sure he knew, despite the distance or
heartache.

Madison

I wasn't
sure how long we had been out here, but it could have been forever and I
wouldn't have cared. Having Kayla next to me, was heaven on earth and I wasn't
ready to return to hell. She was everything I never knew I wanted in someone.
She was caring, compassionate and loving, even when she had never been shown
that. With everything she had and would have to deal with, she still found it
in her heart and soul to want me, without question. I was falling for this
amazingly beautiful girl next to me, with every ounce of my being. Regardless
of where we ended up, she would be mine one day, forever.

Since
the first day I laid eyes on her, she had touched something inside of me that I
never knew existed. She showed me how to care for someone completely. I knew
better than anyone, that it had only been a couple of days, and I knew there
were skeptical people who would question our relationship and how fast it had affected
us, but those people didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was how Kayla
and I felt.

I gently
pulled her dress over her body, covering up the girl that I never wanted
another man seeing. She was now mine, in every sense of the word.

I
grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time. I noticed that it was
now encroaching on one thirty in the morning and I wondered if her mother would
come looking for her. Granted, where we were, you would have to search pretty
damn hard to find us, but even so, I'm sure she could if she tried. As much as
I would have given my right arm to stay in this exact moment, I didn't want her
to have to take the brunt of any more acts of violence. I wanted to protect
her, and I know I should've found a way to do so, but I was at a loss as to
what to do.

I let my
finger trace the thin line of her jaw, before leaning down and pressing my
longing lips against hers. She smiled against my mouth, but returned the action
with every emotion she had in her. When we pulled apart, my mouth opened and
the words that followed were ones that I hadn't clearly thought out. They still
carried the full weight of what I meant, but not thought out all the same.

"Come
with me, pretty girl." I pushed back a strand of hair as I stared deeply
into her eyes. I saw the shock of what I asked cross her face, but it was very
brief and if I had blinked, I most likely would've missed it.

"You
know I can't, cowboy. As much as I wish I could, I just can't." I could
see the disappointment settle into her creased brow.

I
brushed my finger over the lines of worry between her eyes and she finally gave
me another breath taking smile. "You're going back anyway, why can't you
go back with me?"

"I
have too much baggage, no man should ever have to deal with that. Sure there is
my momma, but if she is here after what she did,
he
will be showing up here sooner than later." She clutched
her dress to her chest as she sat up to look me straight in the eyes.
"Trust me, I want more than anything to be with you. You make me feel
things I didn't even know were possible. You make me feel alive, for the first
time in as long as I can remember. But, Wren doesn't just give up, and neither
does my momma. I'm still in high school. You need to go to school, play ball,
and make something of yourself. You don't need to be tied down to someone like
me.
"

I
couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her heavenly mouth. How
could she think so little of herself, when all I thought was the world of her?
Why couldn't she see the amazingly brave and strong girl that I see? Damn it,
no! I was not going to let this happen without fighting for her.

Kayla
was now standing in front of me, fully clothed. She was pulling her hair back
into a low ponytail when I stood to meet her.

"Can't
we just give this a chance?" My hands were settled loosely on her
shoulders as I hung my head in defeat.

"Cowboy,
you got your whole life ahead of ya. I'm just a blip on your radar."